Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Monks,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.